All worlds are the same, and there are only a handful of people who can say a word about the wind and rain and influence the direction of the whole world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThese few are either as high as gods at the top of the pyramid or as ghosts as ghosts behind the hustle and bustle of the ever-changing world.

On this continent, there are only a few people who can influence the wind and rain. The royal family of the Great Xia Dynasty is one. This is a huge and complex existence that has lasted for 10,000 years, and countless gate families, royal nobles, and garrisons from all sides constitute the main force and will of this behemoth. However, these forces and wills are divided into two in the current situation: the noble court headed by Princess Xia Min and the courtier faction headed by the old minister Lu Gongquan. The power of the aristocracy lies in the family of the lord and the royal family, and many of the forces of the courtier faction are in the local officials, in the army, or in the cultivation sect.

The Sanqing Daomen is also a powerful force, and the existence of the Daomen is so ancient that it can even be traced back to the primordial nature of human cultivation in this world. Because of the ancient, all of them are more complicated, countless monasteries, countless temples, and countless forces, all over the continent, and even within the territory of the Rakshasa country.

It's too big, so it's a bit bulky, it's a bit unresponsive, and many times it's just nominally loosely managed, and there are very few actual decisions that can affect the world. Especially more than a thousand years ago, the only powerful force of the Sanqing Daomen that could sweep across the continent, the Apologetic Cavalry, was even looser after it was disbanded by the Heavenly God Temple. For many years, the three saints in the Sanqing Dao Gate seemed to be asleep or disappeared, ignoring the real world.

In this case, the south gate and the north courtyard have become two relatively important forces. In the south, as the ancestral court of the sword, the Immortal Sword Sect needless to say, the Dongcheng Courtyard in the north of the empire instead of the Great Xia King selected and controlled the talents of the world, defended against the conspiracy and invasion of foreign cultivators, and guarded the safety of the Jingshi, became an important hub of power.

There are countless sects in the entire continent called the Academy, but when it comes to the title of Dean, everyone will not be mistaken, because there is only one real Dean in the world, Long Qianqiu, the Dean of Dongcheng Academy. Long Qianqiu, a name destined to be praised for thousands of generations.

Dongcheng Yuan has the ability to balance the open and secret battles between the princess and Xiangguo, and all kinds of filthy conspiracies and tricks within the Jingshi will not be dispersed, and the people of Li will not become sacrifices for power and profit, and the balance of the Great Xia Dynasty will not be overturned because of the struggle of internal forces.

Today, the person who speaks of wind and rain is Long Qianqiu, and it is Liang Wendao who actually implements Long Qianqiu's will.

The Deadly Scholar has long passed the realm of fate, so it is a bit outdated to be called the title of Deadly Scholar. But Liang Wendao still misses the days when he was invincible below his fate, and misses this domineering title, because he wants to take people's lives at this moment.

Looking at the former division commander, with gray hair fluttering, black robes covering his body, and a dark and obscure smile on his old face, Liang Wendao suddenly remembered a sinister and evil monster in the Tianfeng Mountain Range-the black armadillo. The body is several feet long, walking on the ground, the whole body is dark, often for years, decades of time dormant in a cold place, secretly gathering cold energy, waiting for the opportunity. Once a large herd of livestock or people appears, it will suddenly burst out with foul-smelling venom and sharp claws to take the lives of humans and animals. After succeeding, he calmly hid, biting the corpses and piling them in one place, lying cross-legged among the piles of bones, enjoying them slowly, and patiently waiting for the next sneak attack.

The world says that it is better to sit and talk than to get up and walk. However, thirty years ago, Ji Li, who was sitting on the side of Dongsheng Cliff and talking about Taoism, still made Liang Wendao feel a trace of awe. Ji Li, who is up now, makes Liang Wendao feel as cold and disgusting as an armadillo.

Before going out to travel from Yingdu, the dean met with him and said something. Some of these words he understood and some he didn't understand, but they were all remembered by him one by one.

There are countless sects in the world, and Liang Wendao, who was already famous all over the world at that time, was cast at the gate of Dongcheng Courtyard, not for the fame of Dongcheng Courtyard. It's for Long Qianqiu.

It was the spring of March, the most beautiful season in Yingdu, and it was absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

Liang Wendao, who was full of ambition, met a humble old man on the royal street, asked with him, and spoke freely about the world. Long Qianqiu was like a spring breeze blowing into Liang Wendao's heart. At that time, Liang Wendao's name was still Liang asked.

He asked. There are countless Taoism in the world, and you can't finish asking, this name is not beautiful, so it's better to change it to Wendao. Long Qianqiu said with a sincere gaze.

In this way, Liang Wendao became Liang Wendao. From now on, there is no need to ask, because the heart of the Tao has been decided.

Long Qianqiu is a warm and sincere person. Sandwiched between the two torrents of light and dark, in the face of complicated facts and cold hearts, Long Qianqiu is still warm and sincere, no matter who it is, even if it is a young disciple who has just started in the courtyard, or an ordinary passerby walking on the street, he can feel warmth and sincerity from the dragon courtyard.

Before meeting Long Qianqiu himself, Liang Wendao never thought that there would be such a person in the world, who was in charge of billions of living beings and held the power of the world's scholars, but he was such a sincere and warm person. Not to mention the transcendent cultivation realm, and regardless of the transcendent cultivation methods, just this kind of personality cultivation made Liang Wendao deeply impressed.

It was such a person who said to him calmly and warmly as usual when he left Yingdu: "I may be about to die, the old people of Sanqing Daomen are secretly investigating a power, a power that does not belong to this world, and the clue is a young man who has been to Netherworld Island, and you should pay more attention to this trip to Beijing." ”

"In recent years, the heavens and the earth have been changing, and many talented young people have bloomed like wild flowers, which is exactly the sign of the coming of the end of the Dharma era recorded in the Book of Heaven. ”

"Maybe there really is another world that we can't see," Long Qianqiu said with a calm and contemplative expression, "It may also be two worlds that we can't see." ”

When Long Qianqiu said that he was about to die, he was as calm as talking about the daily chores of eating and drinking. Since the dean didn't say why he was about to die, Liang Wendao wouldn't ask, because there were many things that a cultivator in a fateful realm could not see, and even if he did, he wouldn't understand.

Liang Wendao looked at the dean and was silent for a long time. He knew that these few words were the most thrilling secret of the Great Xia Dynasty and even the entire world. For decades, the saints of the Sanqing Daomen, the most mysterious spy agency of the imperial court, have been operating around these secrets, from the Tianfeng Mountains in the extreme north to the deep lakes in the south of the empire.

Being able to tell him these secrets is a recognition of his ability and personality, and only those who have a strong enough Dao heart can not be intimidated by the other world and the end of the law, and be tempted by more things.

Recognized by the person he admires the most, Liang Wendao, who has been diligently seeking Taoism all his life, suddenly felt very light, and felt that he had no regrets in this life. The cultivation martial arts that were at the peak of the Destiny Realm were faintly loosened, and they finally saw the unattainable threshold of the Creation God Realm. He didn't say a word, saluted seriously, and left Yingdu.

Looking at the smugness on Ji Zi's face, Liang Wendao knew that any persuasion was useless. With a direct style, he didn't mind two more corpses on the side of Dongsheng Cliff at all, after all, so many of his fellow disciples had already died in the hands of their revered master.

With his own heart, he tried in vain to disturb the avenue of the world. It doesn't matter who you are, even if you are the first strategist in the world who has lived for hundreds of years and gone through five dynasties, even if you are your former master, if the way of heaven does not let you live, you will have to die!

Condescendingly, Liang Wendao, standing on the reef on the coast, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a long sword was quietly suspended in front of him, a direct, undisguised killing intent circulated on the coast, the mountains and rocks seemed to be more condensed, and the sea breeze seemed to be more violent.

"Are you going to make a move on the teacher?!" Ji Li asked with a hint of surprise, "Have you read all the teachings of the sages in the dog's belly?"

When he betrayed his master in anger, Liang Wendao still recognized his master in his heart, although the road returned to the road and the bridge returned to the bridge, but they did not conflict with each other, and each went his own way. But at the moment when Liang Wendao heard that hundreds of fellow disciples had been killed by the master with a sword, the master was no longer a master, but just a mad dog on the south coast, a powerful mad dog.

Liang Wendao didn't want to talk nonsense.

The quietly suspended long sword went like a meteor, seemingly stabbing at Ji Li who was a zhang away, but it suddenly turned in the air and went straight to the cold young man on the shore.